Disconnect

and if the server crashed
would I still be a poet?
and if the Internet crashed suddenly
in the whole wide world,
who’s going to ever hear of me?

I would like a law
to forbid poetry in public,
to have to go in specially designed places
with a pencil and a piece of paper
to write only for myself
as if my poem were
an engagement ring
a vow for love.

I’ve been hurting my soul
on a piece of paper
in a puddle of words
you call it clichee
a hole

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poem by Ionuţ Caragea from M-am născut pe Google (2007), translated by Ioana Tirtirau
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